49 Best Cat Poems to Appreciate Our Feline Friends

As a species, cats have captured the hearts and imaginations of humans for centuries.

From ancient Egypt to modern times, cats have been revered as companions, protectors, and even deities. It’s no surprise, then, that cats have inspired countless poets to put their feelings about these fascinating creatures into words.

Whether you’re a cat lover looking for some new reading material or simply appreciate the beauty of feline-inspired poetry, there are many cat poems out there for you.

Let’s read some poems about cats!

Famous Cat Poems

These famous cat poems not only capture the essence of feline behavior but also offer insight into the human-cat relationship. Let’s check out some famous poems about cats.

1. The Cat and the Moon

       by W. B. Yeats

The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet,
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.

2. Milk for the Cat

       by Harold Monro

When the tea is brought at five o’clock,
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.
At first she pretends, having nothing to do,
She has come in merely to blink by the grate,
But, though tea may be late or the milk may be sour,
She is never late.
And presently her agate eyes
Take a soft large milky haze,
And her independent casual glance
Becomes a stiff, hard gaze.
Then she stamps her claws or lifts her ears,
Or twists her tail and begins to stir,
Till suddenly all her lithe body becomes
One breathing, trembling purr.
The children eat and wriggle and laugh;
The two old ladies stroke their silk:
But the cat is grown small and thin with desire,
Transformed to a creeping lust for milk.
The white saucer like some full moon descends
At last from the clouds of the table above;
She sighs and dreams and thrills and glows,
Transfigured with love.
She nestles over the shining rim,
Buries her chin in the creamy sea;
Her tail hangs loose; each drowsy paw Is doubled under each bending knee.
A long, dim ecstasy holds her life;
Her world is an infinite shapeless white,
Till her tongue has curled the last holy drop,
Then she sinks back into the night,
Draws and dips her body to heap
Her sleepy nerves in the great arm-chair,
Lies defeated and buried deep
Three or four hours unconscious there.

3. Cat’s Dream

       by Pablo Neruda

How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings-
a series of burnt circles-
which have formed the odd geology
of its sand-colored tail.

I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all the fur of time,
with a tongue rough as flint,
with the dry sex of fire;
and after speaking to no one,
stretch myself over the world,
over roofs and landscapes,
with a passionate desire
to hunt the rats in my dreams.

I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate, how the night
flowed through it like dark water;
and at times, it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger’s great-grandfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.

Sleep, sleep cat of the night,
with episcopal ceremony
and your stone-carved moustache.
Take care of all our dreams;
control the obscurity
of our slumbering prowess
with your relentless heart
and the great ruff of your tail.

4. Sad Memories

       by C. S. Calverley

They tell me I am beautiful: they praise my silken hair,
My little feet that silently slip on from stair to stair:
They praise my pretty trustful face and innocent grey eye;
Fond hands caress me oftentimes, yet would that I might die!
Why was I born to be abhorr’d of man and bird and beast?
The bulfinch marks me stealing by, and straight his song hath ceased;
The shrewmouse eyes me shudderingly, then flees; and, worse than that,
The housedog he flees after me—why was I born a cat?
Men prize the heartless hound who quits dry-eyed his native land;
Who wags a mercenary tail and licks a tyrant hand.
The leal true cat they prize not, that if e’er compell’d to roam
Still flies, when let out of the bag, precipitately home.
They call me cruel. Do I know if mouse or songbird feels?
I only know they make me light and salutary meals:
And if, as ’tis my nature to, ere I devour I tease ’em,
Why should a low-bred gardener’s boy pursue me with a besom?
Should china fall or chandeliers, or anything but stocks—
Nay stocks, when they’re in flowerpots—the cat expects hard knocks:
Should ever anything be missed—milk, coals, umbrellas, brandy—
The cat’s pitch’d into with a boot or any thing that’s handy.
“I remember, I remember,” how one night I “fleeted by,”
And gain’d the blessed tiles and gazed into the cold clear sky.
“I remember, I remember, how my little lovers came;”
And there, beneath the crescent moon, play’d many a little game.
They fought—by good St. Catharine, ’twas a fearsome sight to see
The coal-black crest, the glowering orbs, of one gigantic He.
Like bow by some tall bowman bent at Hastings or Poictiers,
His huge back curved, till none observed a vestige of his ears:
He stood, an ebon crescent, flouting that ivory moon;
Then raised the pibroch of his race, the Song without a Tune;
Gleam’d his white teeth, his mammoth tail waved darkly to and fro,
As with one complex yell he burst, all claws, upon the foe.
It thrills me now, that final Miaow—that weird unearthly din:
Lone maidens heard it far away, and leap’d out of their skin.
A potboy from his den o’erhead peep’d with a scared wan face;
Then sent a random brickbat down, which knock’d me into space.
Nine days I fell, or thereabouts: and, had we not nine lives,
I wis I ne’er had seen again thy sausage-shop, St. Ives!
Had I, as some cats have, nine tails, how gladly I would lick
The hand, and person generally, of him who heaved that brick!
For me they fill the milkbowl up, and cull the choice sardine:
But ah! I nevermore shall be the cat I once have been!
The memories of that fatal night they haunt me even now:
In dreams I see that rampant He, and tremble at that Miaow.

5. The Cat

       by William Aggeler

Come, superb cat, to my amorous heart;
Hold back the talons of your paws,
Let me gaze into your beautiful eyes
Of metal and agate.
When my fingers leisurely caress you,
Your head and your elastic back,
And when my hand tingles with the pleasure
Of feeling your electric body,
In spirit I see my woman. Her gaze
Like your own, amiable beast,
Profound and cold, cuts and cleaves like a dart,
And, from her head down to her feet,
A subtle air, a dangerous perfume
Floats about her dusky body.

6. Sonnet to a Cat

       by John Keats

Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand cliacteric,
How many mice and rats hast in thy days
Destroy’d? — How many tit bits stolen? Gaze
With those bright languid segments green, and prick
Those velvet ears — but pr’ythee do not stick
Thy latent talons in me — and upraise
Thy gentle mew — and tell me all thy frays
Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick.
Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists —
For all the wheezy asthma, — and for all
Thy tail’s tip is nick’d off — and though the fists
Of many a maid have given thee many a mail,
Still is that fur as soft as when the lists
In youth thou enter’dst on glass bottled wall.

7. To a Cat

       by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Stately, kindly, lordly friend,
Here to sit by me, and turn
Glorious eyes that smile and burn,
Golden eyes, love’s lustrous meed,
On the golden page I read.
All your wondrous wealth of hair,
Dark and fair,
Silken-shaggy, soft and bright
As the clouds and beams of night,
Pays my reverent hand’s caress
Back with friendlier gentleness.
Dogs may fawn on all and some
As they come;
You, a friend of loftier mind,
Answer friends alone in kind.
Just your foot upon my hand
Softly bids it understand.
Morning round this silent sweet
Sheds its wealth of gathering light,
Thrills the gradual clouds with might,
Changes woodland, orchard, heath,
Lawn, and garden there beneath.
Fair and dim they gleamed below:
Now they glow
Deep as even your sunbright eyes,
Fair as even the wakening skies.
Can it not or can it be
Now that you give thanks to see?
May not you rejoice as I,
Seeing the sky
Change to heaven revealed, and bid
Earth reveal the heaven it hid
All night long from stars and moon,
Now the sun sets all in tune?
What within you wakes with day
Who can say?
All too little may we tell,
Friends who like each other well,
What might haply, if we might,
Bid us read our lives aright.

Wild on woodland ways your sires
Flashed like fires:
Fair as flame and fierce and fleet
As with wings on wingless feet
Shone and sprang your mother, free,
Bright and brave as wind or sea.
Free and proud and glad as they,
Here to-day
Rests or roams their radiant child,
Vanquished not, but reconciled,
Free from curb of aught above
Save the lovely curb of love.
Love through dreams of souls divine
Fain would shine
Round a dawn whose light and song
Then should right our mutual wrong —
Speak, and seal the love-lit law
Sweet Assisi’s seer foresaw.
Dreams were theirs; yet haply may
Dawn a day
When such friends and fellows born,
Seeing our earth as fair at morn,
May for wiser love’s sake see
More of heaven’s deep heart than we.

8. To My Five New Kittens

       by C. W. Shirley Brooks

Soft little beasts, how pleasantly ye lie
Snuggling and snoozling by your purring sire,
Mother I mean (but sonnet rhymes require
A shorter word, and boldly I defy
Those who would tie the bard by pedant rule).
O Kittens, you’re not thinking, I’ll be bound,
How three of you had yesterday been drowned
But that my little boy came home from school,
And begged your lives, though Cook remonstrance made,
Declaring we were overrun with cats
That licked her cream-dish and her butter-pats,
But childhood’s pleadings won me, and I said—
‘O Cook, we ll keep the innocents alive;
They’re five, consider, and you’ve fingers five.’

9. The Naming of Cats

       by T. S. Eliot

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey–
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter–
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,
A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover–
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

Funny Cat Poems

If you’re looking for a laugh, funny cat poems are the way to go. These funny poems about cats take a lighthearted approach to the quirks and humor associated with this lovely animal.

1. From Life of a Cat

       by James Horn

From life of a cat what can we learn?
Never have seen one wearing a sunburn
Our cat we do have that does exist
Seems to think he is a ventriloquist.

Took meow test and great grade he made;
To write poems even tried to persuade
Sweet and low chariot was met by a meow
And what I am about to learn no one knew.

In our house, cat has a humble place to live
Sufficient food and water to him, we will give
But when he wants to eat by himself alone
He likes ice cream served on a crunchy cone.

2. Kitty and Mouse

       by Anonymous

Once there was a little kitty,
White as the snow;
In a barn he used to frolic,
Long time ago.
In the barn a little mousie
Ran to and fro;
For she heard the little kitty,
Long time ago.
Two black eyes had little kitty,
Black as a crow;
And they spied the little mousie,
Long time ago.
Four soft paws had little kitty,
Paws soft as snow;
And they caught the little mousie,
Long time ago.
Nine pearl teeth had little kitty,
All in a row;
And they bit the little mousie,
Long time ago.
When the teeth bit little mousie,
Mousie cried out “Oh!”
But she slipped away from kitty,
Long time ago.

3. The Funny Cat

       by Sarah Griffin

This is my funny car in a hat
He is black and white
And, oh, what a sight.
He will read here and there
He will read everywhere!
What’s that, a book about ham?
Oh, my! He’s a funny cat,
That Sam!

4. Little Tiger Cat

       by Annette Wynne

Little Tiger Cat, with the spotted face,
Do you think you’ve found a baby-jungle place?
Going through the grass, stealthily and slow,
Are you waiting to jump out and scare the folks you know?
And send them running to the house as fast as they can go?
Little Tiger Cat, it’s no use at all,
No matter what you think yourself, you’re rather tame and small,
And with all your hiding and your stern contemplation,
You cannot scare a single one of high or lowly station,
And so, there’s no use trying to be like your wild relation.

5. Three Little Kittens

       by Mother Goose

The three little kittens, they lost their mittens,
And they began to cry,
“Oh, mother dear, we sadly fear,
That we have lost our mittens.”
“What! Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no pie.”
“Meow, meow, meow.”
“Then you shall have no pie.”
The three little kittens, they found their mittens,
And they began to cry,
“Oh, mother dear, see here, see here,
For we have found our mittens.”
“Put on your mittens, you silly kittens,
And you shall have some pie.”
“Purr, purr, purr,
Oh, let us have some pie.”
The three little kittens put on their mittens,
And soon ate up the pie,
“Oh, mother dear, we greatly fear,
That we have soiled our mittens.”
“What, soiled your mittens, you naughty kittens!”
Then they began to sigh,
“Meow, meow, meow,”
Then they began to sigh.
The three little kittens, they washed their mittens,
And hung them out to dry,
“Oh, mother dear, do you not hear,
That we have washed our mittens?”
“What, washed your mittens, then you’re good kittens,
But I smell a rat close by.”
“Meow, meow, meow,
We smell a rat close by.”

6. A Cat with a Knack

       by Colleen Laforme

I have a cat
A real fat cat
My cat is all black
My black fat cat
It is a cat with a knack
A true fact about my cat
My fat black cat
She has a knack to catch a rat
My all black cat brought me the rat
This is why my cat is a fat black cat
So rats watch your back
From my cat with the knack
Or you will become a snack for my fat black cat

7. Meow Meow

       by Debra Squyres

Here kitty, kitty. Come out and play
I have a new bow for you today
You tore the blue one out so quick
With angry paw…you seemed quite ticked!
I want to dress you and show you off
So all the other bows I now have tossed
No purple or green to match your eyes
Or orange, nor pink that you despise
Polk-a-dots were just not right for you
You tore them to shreds a time or two
No stripes or plaids are in my hand
For these I know you could not stand
The white one was lost in your white fur
When it came out you purred and purred
Here kitty, kitty, now don’t you tease
I’ve a red one here that’s sure to please

8. Hot Night, Cold Milk

       by Carol Louise Moon

The night was hot, I couldn’t fall asleep
and so I rose to get a glass of milk.
I tiptoed past the cat who slept so sound
and envied her the ease in which she slept.

She woke and followed slippers down the hall.
The milk I poured was for myself, alone.
Her eyes a perfect glow, a begging plead
convinced me that the milk was really hers–
(a half a cup and nothing more for me.)

She lapped and lapped until was satisfied.
And I, a sleepy dupe, hauled off to bed.

9. Staircase Race

       by Laura Breidenthal

you shan’t win
not this day my furry friend
watch me run

head start – yeah!
close to end he leaps down ledge
watch him fly

staircase race
wins and rubs it in my face
prissy proud prance

Short Cat Poems

Sometimes, less is more. These cat poems short capture the essence of cats in just a few lines, making them perfect for those with limited attention spans or those who just want a quick dose of feline inspiration.

1. At Night

       by Aileen Fisher

When night is dark
my cat is wise
to light the lanterns
in his eyes

2. A Cat Might Sit Up in a Tree

       by Annette Wynne

A cat might sit up in a tree
And be as guiltless as could be,
But if a nest were near, I know
I should hardly think him so.

3. A Kitten’s Fancy

       by Oliver Herford

The Kitten mews outside the Door,
The Cat-bird in the Tree,
The Sea-mew mews upon the Shore,
The Catfish in the Sea.

The Emu with his feathers queer
Is mewing in the Zoo.
Why is it that I never hear
A Pussy-willow mew?

4. Fog

       by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

5. The House Cat

       by Annette Wynne

The house cat sits
And smiles and sings.
He knows a lot
Of secret things.

6. The Cat of Cats

       by William Brighty Rands

I am the cat of cats. I am
The everlasting cat!
Cunning, and old, and sleek as jam,
The everlasting cat!
I hunt vermin in the night-
The everlasting cat!
For I see best without the light-
The everlasting cat!

7. The Cat in the Kitchen

       by Robert Bly

Have you heard about the boy who walked by
The black water? I won’t say much more.
Let’s wait a few years. It wanted to be entered.
Sometimes a man walks by a pond, and a hand
Reaches out and pulls him in.

There was no
Intention, exactly. The pond was lonely, or needed
Calcium, bones would do. What happened then?

It was a little like the night wind, which is soft,
And moves slowly, sighing like an old woman
In her kitchen late at night, moving pans
About, lighting a fire, making some food for the cat.

Cat Poems That Rhyme

Rhyming cat poems have a special charm. The sing-song rhythm of rhyming words can add a playful and lighthearted feel to a poem. These cat poems with rhyming words share the common thread of celebrating the unique nature of cats.

1. The Little New Pupil

       by Annette Wynne

Brand new pupil came to school,
His eyes—how quick and bright!—
I wonder, will he learn each rule—
And learn to read and write?
I hope he’ll always wipe his feet
On coming up the stair,
And keep his face and garments neat,
And brush his teeth and hair.
A brand new pupil came to school,
I fear he came to play—
I fear he’ll never keep the rule—
He’s but a kitten gray.

2. The Shadow Kitten

       by Oliver Herford

There’s a funny little kitten that tries to look like me,
But though I’m round and fluffy, he’s as flat as flat can be;
And when I try to mew to him he never makes a sound,
And when I jump into the air he never leaves the ground.
He has a way of growing, I don’t understand at all.
Sometimes he’s very little and sometimes he’s very tall.
And once when in the garden when the sun came up at dawn
He grew so big I think he stretched halfway across the lawn.

3. The Kitten and the Falling Leaves

       by William Wordsworth

That way look, my infant, lo!
What a pretty baby-show!
See the kitten on the wall,
sporting with the leaves that fall.
Withered leaves — one — two and three
from the lofty elder tree.
Though the calm and frosty air,
of this morning bright and fair.
Eddying round and round they sink,
softly, slowly; one might think.
From the motions that are made,
every little leaf conveyed
Sylph or Faery hither tending,
to this lower world descending.
Each invisible and mute,
in his wavering parachute.
But the Kitten, how she starts,
crouches, stretches, paws, and darts!
First at one, and then its fellow,
just as light and just as yellow.
There are many now — now one,
now they stop and there are none:
What intenseness of desire,
in her upward eye of fire!
With a tiger-leap half-way,
now she meets the coming prey.
let it go as fast, and then;
Has it in her power again.
Now she works with three or four,
like an Indian conjuror;
quick as he in feats of art,
far beyond in joy of heart.
Where her antics played in the eye,
of a thousand standers-by,
clapping hands with shout and stare,
what would little Tabby care!
For the plaudits of the crowd?
Over happy to be proud,
over wealthy in the treasure
of her exceeding pleasure!

4. Stray Cat

       by Francis Witham

Oh, what unhappy twist of fate
Has brought you homeless to my gate?
The gate where once another stood
To beg for shelter, warmth, and food
For from that day I ceased to be
The master of my destiny.
While he, with purr and velvet paw
Became within my house the law.
He scratched the furniture and shed
And claimed the middle of my bed.
He ruled in arrogance and pride
And broke my heart the day he died.
So if you really think, oh Cat,
I’d willingly relive all that
Because you come forlorn and thin
Well…don’t just stand there…Come on in!

5. Foreign Kittens

       by Oliver Herford

Kittens large and Kittens small,
Prowling on the Back Yard Wall,
Though your fur be rough and few,
I should like to play with you.
Though you roam the dangerous street,
And have curious things to eat,
Though you sleep in barn or loft,
With no cushions warm and soft,
Though you have to stay out-doors
When it’s cold or when it pours,
Though your fur is all askew—
How I’d like to play with you!

6. The Cat

       by Edward Eriksson

Snuggle on my chest, my pretty beast,
Hold in your claws, allow my eyes
On yours, metallically green, their feast
Of wonderment and calm surprise.
My fingers, gently, leisurely, now swerve
Along your back, relaxed in fur;
Electric now the thrill of your sleek curve,
And peace resounding in your purr.
I see my woman here, my lovely pet,
Within that gaze, seductive, cold,
Ambiguous, and yet so subtly bold,
I think her softness hides some threat,
As, brown as earth, her flesh exudes a doom,
A sweet but dangerous perfume.

7. The White Kitten

       by Anonymous

My little white kitten’s asleep on my knee;
As white as the snow or the lilies is she;
She wakes up with a pur
When I stroke her soft fur:
Was there ever another white kitten like her?
My little white kitten now wants to go out
And frolic, with no one to watch her about;
“Little kitten,” I say,
“Just an hour you may stay,
And be careful in choosing your places to play.”
But night has come down, when I hear a loud “mew;”
I open the door, and my kitten comes through;
My white kitten! ah me!
Can it really be she—
This ill-looking, beggar-like cat that I see?
What ugly, gray streaks on her side and her back!
Her nose, once as pink as a rosebud, is black!
Oh, I very well know,
Though she does not say so,
She has been where white kittens ought never to go.
If little good children intend to do right,
If little white kittens would keep themselves white,
It is needful that they
Should this counsel obey,
And be careful in choosing their places to play.

Cat Poems for Kids

Cats and kids have a special bond. Whether it’s the playful antics of a kitten or the loyal companionship of an older cat, felines have a way of capturing the hearts of children. Let’s get into these cat poems by famous poets.

1. My Cat Is Fat

       by James McDonald

I’ve a cat named Vesters,
And he eats all day.
He always lays around,
And never wants to play.

Not even with a squeaky toy,
Nor anything that moves.
When I have him exercise,
He always disapproves.

So we’ve put him on a diet,
But now he yells all day.
And even though he’s thinner,
He still won’t come and play.

2. Our Kittens

       by Evaleen Stein

Our kittens have the softest fur,
And the sweetest little purr,
And such little velvet paws
With such cunning little claws,
And blue eyes, just like the sky!
(Must they turn green, by and by?)
Two are striped like tigers, three
Are as black as black can be,
And they run so fast and play
With their tails, and are so gay,
Is it not a pity that
Each must grow into a cat?

3. She Sights a Bird, She Chuckles

       by Emily Dickinson

She sights a Bird—she chuckles—
She flattens—then she crawls—
She runs without the look of feet—
Her eyes increase to Balls—
Her Jaws stir—twitching—hungry—
Her Teeth can hardly stand—
She leaps, but Robin leaped the first—
Ah, Pussy, of the Sand,
The Hopes so juicy ripening—
You almost bathed your Tongue—
When Bliss disclosed a hundred Toes—
And fled with every one—

4. As the Cat

       by William Carlos Williams

As the cat climbed over the top of
the jamcloset— first the right forefoot
carefully then the hind stepped down
into the round of the empty flowerpot.

5. Cats

       by Eleanor Farjeon

Cats sleep, anywhere,
Any table, any chair
Top of piano, window-ledge,
In the middle, on the edge,
Open drawer, empty shoe,Anybody’s lap will do,
Fitted in a cardboard box,
In the cupboard, with your frocks-
Anywhere! They don’t care!
Cats sleep anywhere.

6. In Honor of Taffy

       by Christopher Morley

Taffy, the topaz-colored cat,
Thinks now of this and now of that,
But chiefly of his meals.
Asparagus, and cream, and fish,
Are objects of his Freudian wish;
What you don’t give, he steals.
His gallant heart is strongly stirred
By clink of plate or flight of bird,
He has a plumy tail;
At night he treads on stealthy pad
As merry as Sir Galahad
A-seeking of the Grail.
His amiable amber eyes
Are very friendly, very wise;
Like Buddha, grave and fat,
He sits, regardless of applause,
And thinking, as he kneads his paws,
What fun to be a cat!

7. Can I Have More?

       by Anonymous

One step, two step, three step.
Crash! Whoops, it’s not my fault!
One nudge, two nudge, three nudge.
Bang! Whoops, it’s not my fault!
One bite, two bite, three bite.
Burp! Can I have more?

Cat Poems about Death

As much as we love our feline friends, their lives are sadly brief. Cat poems about death can be a way to honor the memory of a beloved pet. These cat loss poems can be comforting and healing.

1. Her Journey’s Just Begun

       by Ellen Brenneman

And think of her as living
In the hearts of those she touched
For nothing loved is ever lost –
And she was loved so much.

2. You Were Here

       by Jenine Stanley

I dread that day,
One year from now,
That first marking of the time,
That your body was no longer with us;
Though we will never forget you,
Your tangible memory fades,
The feel of your fur, your head, your back, your weight against us,
The smell and sounds of you when,
You were here.

3. Four Feet in Heaven

       by Alice E. Chase

No coaxing rubs, no plaintive cry
Will say it’s time for feeding.
I’ve put away your bowl, and all
The things you won’t be needing

4. Rainbow Bridge

       by Anonymous

And when you and your special friend meet,
you take him in your arms and embrace.
Your face is kissed again and again and again,
and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together…
Never again to be separated.

5. On the Death of a Cat

       by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Who shall tell the lady’s grief
When her Cat was past relief?
Who shall number the hot tears
Shed o’er her, beloved for years?
Who shall say the dark dismay
Which her dying caused that day?

6. Heavenly Nap

       by Rob Trammer

You lived your nine lives here with me
my loyal, loving friend,
Then God took you up to Paradise
to live life number ten.

I’ll bet you’re peacefully lying
upon an angel’s lap.
Purring there, without a care
having a heavenly nap.

I’ll miss you for a little while,
but our friendship will not end.
Time will pass, and then at last
you’ll be on my lap again.

7. Cat

       by Linda Barnes

They will not go quietly,
the cats who’ve shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.”

The closing verse also contains a powerful message:

“And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them. . . and always will.

Final Thoughts

Cat poems offer a unique and timeless way to celebrate the love, quirks, and beauty of our feline friends.

From funny and whimsical cat poems that capture the playful spirit of cats to heartwarming and sentimental poems that honor the depth of our emotional connections to them, there is a cat poem for every taste and occasion.

Whether you’re a cat lover or simply a fan of poetry, these poems for cats provide a window into the special bond between humans and cats that have captivated us for centuries.

So take a moment to explore the world of cat poems and let them inspire you to appreciate the magic of cats in a new way.

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